I is for Idiots
Those two idiots really don't have a clue. They just continue to dance around each other.
He with his endless requests for tea. She with her shrieking like a banshee.
Insults and fighting. Verbal vollies and hurled objects.
Jealousy on both sides.
Those two idiots have no idea that they are both madly in love with each other.
I could help them out, but I rather enjoy watching the dance. It's not my place.
I only hope that they can figure it out before it's too late.
It's not my place to meddle, so I'll just sit here in my office and enjoy the show.
